Here is the question: why do I even bother getting dressed? This is my third top of the da,y and it’s not quite noon. Sure, I could grab a burp cloth, but seriously, who does? I only remember them when grandma comes over ’cause I don’t want to scare away any free help.
Vivien wasn’t a spitter-upper, so it’s new to me. But it’s been 11 weeks, I should get the hang of it. Yet another reason why I haven’t bought any new clothes in a while or ever dress in the nice ones I have. I want to dress nicely…but, but, why bother?
Love that picture!! It belongs somewhere important so people can see it. I remember those days, doing as much laundry for myself as I was doing for the baby. This picture rocks…you gotta get it out there!!!
Seriously…it should be a stockphoto, or something.
I have also given in to the spit up. It’s on the shoulders of all my shirts and I can’t be bothered to do that much laundry.
Ah well, I have YEARS to look good
I only get spit-up on when I don’t use the damn burp cloth. Irony from a six-week-old. Lovely.
right! if you use the burp cloth it will remain clean. I know desiree i keep reminding myself of that.
Just picked up the sweatshirt that I was wearing all day yesterday and noticed that there’s a long, white stream of spit-up down the back from the hood to the ruffle at the bottom. Why didn’t someone tell me that I missed a spot?
How about the splat spit up? My floor is decorated in the stuff. Somehow I miss it when it happens and end up stepping in it (in bare feet, of course) while it’s still wet and juicy.
oh, yes, mucho splats here! waiting for that tummy to mature
Oooh tell Rex that was a good one!